The Wanderer

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Started out free, unscathed and unharmed

Till he learned how to please and started searching for scars

The warmth that he needs, is cold and it burns

From what he bleeds is for what he yearns

 

Sleeping on grass, while the rest grows around him

Dancing on glass and won’t slow down as the light dims

Anchors of his past hold him fast and stop him knowing

Where the hell he’s supposed to be going

Missing and resisting the exact same thing

So he stays wandering

 

People always let him know where he can be found

But he struggles to believe that their maps aren’t upside down

As he explains his compass needle moves west and around

By night he flies for stars and by day he drowns, oh

 

Sleeping on grass, while the rest grows around him

Dancing on glass and won’t slow down as the light dims

Anchors of his past hold him fast and stop him knowing

Where the hell he’s supposed to be going

Missing and resisting the exact same thing

So he stays wandering

 

Will NashThe Wanderer

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